the day we almost had sunshine

We took the bus downtown to Pike Place market the other day to buy some flowers. I didn't know where to put the money on the bus and got really flustered and found myself apologizing to the driver, "I'm sorry, I just don't do this often!" doh.

But after that was sorted out and I learned that the dollar bills indeed need to be inserted into the slot that has the little money sign, it turned out to be a very fun trip in and we found a beautiful bouquet for only five dollars, and now it sits pretty on our dining room table. 

New, exciting developments are in store, but I won't get into them now; I have news to share soon, though! I'll leave with that. Have a wonderful night! (or morning, or afternoon).

clueless

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I am really really terrible at being a fan of sports. Or really any type of competitive ordeals. 

For example:
Everywhere I've turned these past few weeks, I hear about the Suns (Phoenix basketball team, for those unaware) nonstop.  And that's totally fine, but do I know what is happening? Well, no. And do you want to know what happened when my dad started talking about overtime-something-or-other and some doodad about records? I said, "Well I don't know about that, but I do know that the longest recorded quidditch game was 3 months." Doh! Yes, I am that girl.

So I've come to some conclusions: I can totally appreciate the idea of organized sports and healthy competition that promotes teamwork. But then I see people get so worked up about winning this, and losing that, and I start to feel so anxious.  I love that people can come together for a common purpose and have some fun-- heck, winning something is great-- but then...then I start to feel sad....

...because for every win,  the other side "loses"! And they just look so sad about it.  Back to my example, apparently,  the other night the Suns played the Lakers (some other guys from some other place) and lost-- but the Lakers were jumping up and down and smiling and they were just so happy.  But Suns fans were so upset.  And, well, I'm thinking, "Those other guys wanted to win just as bad, and now look how happy they are!"  I realize that by now, I am probably the most annoying person in the whole world to sports fanatics everywhere. And I hope that if you are a sports fan reading this right now, please know that I am not trying to put down sports or you. I love you for who you are...you are passionate. And that is great. And I also recognize that these athletes are incredibly talented and work hard and I fully appreciate it. I can hardly throw a ball-- so I am in awe of professional athletes.  So I do not mean this disrespectfully at all.  Having said this...I just cannot make myself enjoy sports. I've tried...and I just can't.  I know I am a total weirdo for not liking sports. What kind of American am I?!

(A lot of this might be easily explained by early childhood trauma in P.E. class and the numerous days I was picked last/fell down/was hit in the face by a ball/etc. But that is another story for another time. I'm still healing. ) I think I would like competition a lot better if it wasn't so scary and aggressive.  I like when everybody is a winner....And with that remark my post comes full circle, affirming the point that I am truly terrible at being a fan of sports.

Anyway, this was a completely unproductive and meaningless post revealing the strange innerworkings of my tired mind.  I hope for it's lack of enlightenment, it was atleast entertaining.  Goodnight!